It had only been a week since I started being the maid for the Marshall family. And getting groceries for tonight's dinner was one of my priorities. I drove to the store in my old 2007 car befitting my lowly social station. As I drove, I could not help but wish that my employers did not live in such an inaccessible location for public transport. How much more fitting it would be to have to take public transport like the lowest class of people, befitting my status? But it was still thrilling to have to stop at the guard station of their gated community and announce myself as their maid.
Most times when I work as a maid my day starts very early in the morning. Today all my employers were out of their mansion. With the quiet of the house soothing me I put away the groceries and continue to familiarize myself with my employers' kitchen. Every day I will learn more about where things go to such an extent that the kitchen truly becomes my place of play and responsibility.
After placing the groceries away I headed off to the bed and bathrooms to gather up all the laundry. The adults of the house maintain clean rooms but their 18 year old daughter's closet looked as if a bomb went off. I have no idea how any girl can live like that as I love knowing where everything is, my vanity always organized and things looking fresh.
After striping the beds, gathering the towels, and multiple dirty wash baskets I had about 4 loads of laundry to do. After throwing the first load in I went up to clean the bathrooms. The house was empty until their daughter came home with a male friend and quickly went up to her bedroom. I heard a lot of laughter and then a fair amount of quiet. After about 45 minutes I heard her guest leave. And quickly afterwards the daughter who I will refer to as Miss came down to the laundry room while I was ironing and folding and jumped on the washing machine.
She started to ask me a lot of questions while looking me over. She recognized me from times when I had visited her parents as an equitable friend. And she was curious as if my occupation was truly maid as she remembered I was a "professional nurse of something medical."
Remembering my place that she too was above my station I answered her questions by always calling her Miss before saying her name. Being a maid, I responded, was an occupation I felt more suited to me than a "medical" one and that her parents had agreed to employ me as just their maid. I additionally told her I enjoyed doing domestic work and making the lives of my employers more comfortable. She just said "wow." There was quite a bit of judgement in her "wow" and I could see her mind percolating trying to figure this change in my identity.
By the end of our chat she did say that she "got it" as her father has often told her that there are "those who deserve and those who serve those that deserve." She said she could never serve others. That she has friends who have to waitress to have spending money or have parents who want them to have part time jobs. Yet she "doesn't have to because her parents are rich and she gets to have anything she wants." I could see the entitlement dripping off of her. She asked me more questions about my education, family of origin and seemed shocked at times that I would give it all up to "be a lowly maid." I remarked that serving others is one of the most noble things a person could do and that it brought me happiness to make the lives of others more comfortable. "Including me?" was her next question to which I quickly answered, 'Yes, Miss."
During all her questions while watching me, I never stopped ironing or folding. She just sat on the washing machine never offering to help. This made me feel so vulnerable and much lower in station to her while feeling so useful to the household at the same time. As if to test what I was saying, she told me to go make her a sandwich with sliced carrots. I quickly folded the towel, placed it down neatly on the others, turned off the iron and said, "Right away, Miss. If you want I can bring it to you in your bedroom or the dining room. She told me to bring it up to her bedroom and then scurried away.
While cutting Miss's carrots, her mother came home. She told me she had some bags out in her car that needed bringing in. Though she told me it could wait until I finished making her daughter's snack. I fetched the bags, put things away and then took Miss's snack up to her and placed it next to her vanity. She was on her laptop. I asked if she wanted me to clean her room now or later. She said "Now, maid" with a tone of unmistakable arrogance. As I picked up the explosion of clothes, makeup and shoes I could hear her chuckling though I had no idea if it was at me or at something on her computer. As I brought her clothes and shoes into her walk-in closet she would occasionally walk over with the sandwich in her hand watching me, sometimes directing me where she wanted things to go. It felt as if I were in a jail cell of girly clothing and so many shoes and heels as she blocked the exit out of her closet. She sometimes seemed very interested in me and what I was doing and at other times extremely bored. When I was finished organizing all her shoes, of which many were expensive and yet poorly taken care of, she handed me the tray with her empty plates and actually said, "You can leave now" as if I needed her permission to leave her room. That sent chills up my spine.
While the last load of laundry was in the washing machine I swept the floors downstairs and then started on dinner. I even made an apple pie from scratch to be topped with vanilla ice cream and whip cream that I made fresh.
While preparing the salmon, the man of the house came home and went into the den where he stayed until I announced that dinner was ready for the family.
I was proud at how lovely the place settings looked on the dining room table and even the vase with flowers I bought for a decoration that cost more than I would make in four hours as a maid.
I enjoyed serving the salad first followed by baked salmon covered in a pistachio basil sauce with perfectly cooked asparagus. The family was engaged in conversation with each other. And everyone seemed so happy. I waited in the kitchen until someone would call for more water, drinks or seconds.
After dinner Miss went to her room and I was visited by the lady of the house as I was cleaning the plates and staking them in the dishwasher. She made a little small talk about her day and said that she was glad that I was now their maid and not their friend and complimented me on how nice their house looked. Her praise was important to me.
One unusual duty that I was required to perform on demand was to keep the Man of the House happy in manners that the lady of the house would not do or found objectionable. This meant accepting his advances without feeling I was compromising or betraying the lady of the house.
She told me that her husband was anxious to being with me again. She laughed and said that he was having withdrawals from no longer banging his coworkers. That she wanted to believe that he was being faithful and that they were doing better since having me, as his maid, sooth his tensions and no longer need to be unfaithful with his coworkers. But, still she was uncertain regarding his fidelity at work. Then she told me to freshen up and meet him in the den.
Going into a guest bathroom off of the living room hallway I slipped off my Keds and put on a pair of heels. I looked into the mirror taking out a tube of darker maroon lipstick and applied it to make my mouth more fetching for Sir. I pinched a few curls to look prettier, straighten out my apron, and then walked to the den. I felt that the clicks from my heels reverberated throughout the house so much that the women upstairs must have heard them.
Quietly I knocked on the door of the den. "Come in, maid."
Gingerly I opened the door and before I could complete a "what can I do for you" he ordered me to kneel before him. His pants were open and he had already been stroking himself as I knelt in front of him. With no manner of kindness he grabbed my head and forced me down on him.
Clearly he had been ready for more than a few days for this. But as soon as my lips encircled the crown of his cock he let out a guttural sound of pleasure. This made me so excited to bring him intense pleasure as his need was so great. I could feel his powerful hands on the sides of my face as I pleased him stroking his shaft and making him swell harder and harder.
Then all of a sudden he demanded that I look up at him as I sucked him. He seemed so far above me, dangerous and male, aggressive and potentially violent and yet I was so excited by his power over me. So I looked into his eyes and let him know I was scared of him yet that excited me without a word spoken.
I could feel his power and his distain for me grow even though I was sucking him off with such magnificence. So YUM!
And then he could no longer hold himself back he shot his load down into my throat while holding my head down so I had no choice but to choke. And he spasmed again from his abuse. Before he had finished ejaculating he pulled out so that his cum could shoot across my face. My cheek and mouth catching his warm essence. And when he was done he wiped his cum off of my face and made me lick it off his finger as he watched smugly. And like a happy school girl wanting to please her first crush I slowly licked him clean. My body was shaking and I wanted more but was interrupted from my glow by my employer saying, "that will be all, Maid."
I collected myself and almost in a haze left for the kitchen where I found the lady of the house waiting.
